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To die for

Polite society would always say that, when they’re overwhelmed as in an epiphany! But hélas, this sense of noblesse is a rarity these days. Everything seems to have some Kardashian touch that emphasizes the ultime. 

So much is changing, we’re really not emphasizing that we’re in the Age of Aquarius, again. I was lucky enough to have been in Paris at that epoch.

Ahhh, the sheer outpouring of love. Love instead of fear, libérât was for the illustratti, see me, feel me, touch me was the narrative. And woe if you were not riding the crest of beauty because then, the train just left. That’s it, babe! Yeah, we must not forget the rock element.

The Bastille (renovated like new, glistening) is where revolution started; middle, Paris has monumental bronze statues; right, a view of the Cathedral St. Paul-St. Louis, mother church of the Jesuits*
La Vie en Rose – cafe’s in Paris are blooming with flora froufrou on their facades*
Infrastructure aplenty amidst bicycle lanes and public transportation in metro Paris*

Frequently asked if I was Bianca Jagger’s bro at the entrance’s of club privés, it was so spontaneous that doors of society were always open…if you were young and gorgeous. 

Saving enough money to buy that single black velvet suit from Saint Laurent did wonders. The best table was always presented for your first choice, although my mind was never preoccupied with the setting. How to properly enter a Parisian restaurant takes a bit of breeding. One must not provoke but rather shock as in golpe de vista, but suited, to stand out. Delicious for the eyes as the Arabs would say. 

We are now in the era of Aquarius, again but what do we face? Crisis on crisis enough to drive one crazyyyy…rich Asian, because you have to be Asian to just sort of glide through life nowadays in Paris. Otherwise you’re branded as suspect or even more, envied for that lifestyle you evoke. That’s why, honeybunch, let’s do it again with love. Love for country, most of all because, because it’s worth dying for. 

MY PRAYER

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust.” Psalm 91:1–2, RSV*

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